The Gusts - Loch Lubnaig

By Patrick Howse

I saw it coming.
First the wave it made along the surface
I saw it running
Along the water of the Loch
Scattering shining shards of light
Across the length of the water.

Then I heard it whispering.
In the waving branches
I heard it murmuring
In the pine trees that stood
Close by the side of the path
Casting their dark blue shadows.

Then I felt it coming.
But still it hadn’t reached me
I felt it, shivering,
Holding my breath in anticipation
Of the cold blast
That I couldn’t escape.

In my face the icy passing.
A slap-like blow In an instant leaving,
Leaping on down the valley
As my breath escaped
And the sun shone.

A few days later, I thought I should make the connection explicit by adding a second part.

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